I was having a dinner party for my husband Warren and our couple friend Brian and Lena. The four of us had these kinds of gatherings once a month, alternating between our house and theirs. As part of my role as Brian's perfect wife, I cooked delicious gourmet meals at every gathering we hosted, complete with cocktails. This time around however, I had a plan. I wanted Brian and Lena and Warren and I to have an orgy, and I would have to be devious in order to pull it off. I knew Brian would be game because I always knew he was attracted to me. I imagined that he fantasized about my lips when his wife was giving him one of her sorry-ass blowjobs. Blowjobs were the nexus of my whole idea.
First, I cooked a dish that required a lot of wine in the sauce, and I used double what the recipe called for. Then I made cocktails a lot stronger than I usually make them, doubling the amount of liquor in the martini pitcher and using vodka instead of gin. I plied Brian and Lena with liquor from the moment they arrived, and my timing couldn't have been better. They'd obviously had a big fight before coming over, or else they wouldn't be as eager and willing to drink. Even Warren was drinking more than usual, for some reason I could figure out. There was already tension in the room, and everyone wanted to ease it. Before the first course was served, we'd already gone through two double-vodka pitchers and by the time dinner was over, everyone was three sheets to the wind.
But I still knew just what I wanted to do. I started kissing Warren on the lips. This was nothing new. The four of us sometimes played games like junior high school kids, seeing who could lock lips the longest. But this time I changed it up by unzipping Warren's fly. He was so intoxicated that at first he didn't notice what I was doing β not until he felt the air hit his dick.
"June, what are you doing?" he asked. His voice was louder than it would have been normally because of the alcohol, so he immediately got Lena and Brian's attention. Lena's eyes widened at the sight of my husband's penis. Even limp it was quite a sight.
But if I had my way, it wouldn't be limp for long.
I began to slide down Warren's lap, making sure my juicy ass, encased in the thin cloth of a black cocktail dress, pointed directly at Brian's face. Warren stiffened up, seeing what I meant to do and already knowing he wouldn't be able to resist it: he never could say no to one of my blowjobs.
"I'm going to show Lena something," I said softly, knowing that every ear in the room was attuned to my words, captivated. "Lena's been having a little trouble with her blowjobs, and I thought that maybe I β maybe WE β could show her how it's done."
Warren began to sweat slightly, fighting with his own strict moral code against his raging desire to feel my lips wrapped around his swollen prick. "June, I don't know β oh β oh my God." His sentence immediately took a turn towards babbling when my lips and tongue found their target. His eyes began to glaze over and he stopped protesting, and actually began undoing his pants further and sliding them down so that I'd have access to his balls as well. Long ago, he'd stopped wearing underpants because he never knew when I'd strike, or where.
I lead Warren like a dog on a leash to the exact spot I wanted him without even taking my mouth off of his swiftly hardening, increasingly delicious penis. I positioned him right in front of Lena and Brian, who watched in sheer fascination as Warren enjoyed the service I was giving him. I took my mouth away long enough to smile at them and say, "Lena, bring Brian over here next to me and try it like I'm doing it. You'll see the difference."